ARCHIVED: URGENT BULLETIN

OOC: I'm uncomfortable with having a futuristic helicopter that looks like something aliens could only build in the RP also. It's just that Fazbears don't really fit into the RP's theme or story line. But you're a really good writer, and we enjoy writing with you. Just 'keep it real, bro'.
 
Cronaal:
Empire of Narnia:
So a futuristic helicopter that looks like something aliens could only build is ok, but robots that exist in real life are not? Sounds unfair to me.


Allowing one futuristic thing, while not allowing another is stupid.


If you only want things that exist in real-life I could use the Rock-afire Explosion animatronics. I actually want to buy them if I can find a full set.
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(OOC: It is rather realistic until you consider it has no way to lift it from the ground.)
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Yeah, I noticed that too. It could never fly, at least not without fantasy technology. It's not real, it's not modern.
 
I would retcon the Fazbear animatronics, and switch to the Rock-afire ones if you guys only want things that exist in real life. Robots that walk and navigate obstacles, like ASIMO exist as well so that isn't future time. They wouldn't have any powers though, so their uses for combat would be more limited.
 
I edited my posts to change the Fazbear robots into the more realistic Rock-afire ones. I might have missed a few things, but I think I got it for the most part.
 
Ok, on with the story!

The grand doors of Nursson's study opened. The security guard escorting the Eknorvians walked in. (Hopefully followed by the Eknorvians, Cronaal, if you please post next?)
 
bump, making sure this is seen so peeps don't forget to post ;) The RP needs more international flavor!
 
OOC: Let's pick up where we left off. We should have put all that rubbish in a separate OOC thread, but you know. Lessons learned.

The Eumenorians were already in the study, waiting for the Narnians to arrive. No progress had been made on the search for the artefact. However, some of Eumenor's best minds were working on it.
"Take this cult's emblem, the sun."
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"It is a series of triangles around a circle."
"Yes," said Prime Minister Nursson. "Well done."
"If you invert the triangles into the circle itself, and super impose this onto a map of Syrixia, what do you get?"
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"But there's nothing there!" said a Syrixian.
"Above the water? No. But underneath? That's a different question."
 
"I don't think they would have an underwater base there. There's a large oil rig complex there. If any base were to be there it would be destroyed and/or drilled up." said the Prime Minister.

"However, I think I've figured it out still. That oil rig was constructed by a government oil company from Innellior Province. Perhaps it's hinting they're located in Innellior Province?"

Meanwhile, a nationwide search sanctioned by the thankfully alive Minister of Defense (He was found in an alley) for the extremists had been going on. A helicopter team was out flying over Innellior Province. They noticed what seemed like over a thousand people jumping and cheering, marching around this weird pedestal with what appeared to be a golden sword displayed on top of it. There were banners with sun symbols all around, and there were piles of what appeared to be rare, unpolished roanukite littered all around the pedestal.

The helicopter crew instantly knew what was going on. It was them. The Cult of the True God. They were the only religious group with immense popularity in Innellior. It had to be them!

They flew back to Balamb to tell the Prime Minister what they had found in Innellior, where the Prime Minister had determined the extremists were. Everything was coming together.

Here's an aerial view of Parliament Hall as the helicopters flew back towards it.
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(OOC: Cronaal, could we have some input from your guys? I don't think it takes that long to open a door and enter a study.)
 
Finally, Gel and his protectors were showed to the Prime Minister's Study. They listened to a quick briefing to Eumenor's theory and what it showed.
 
'What should be our next move?" asked an officer. "We need to alleviate this threat with minimal Syrixian casualties."
"How about 200 tons of plastic explosives, right below that altar?"
"Well, that's humane. Minimum deaths, please."
"How about we take out their leaders?" volunteered another agent.
"Or we surround the area and arrest them one by one?"
"That would overstrain the Syrixian law system."
"We could consider the riots an act of war, and openly engage the enemy."
"Peace talks look like a good option. After all they are humans."
"Hmmm. Risky, but that is the role of peacekeepers. But these are all good options. Mr Nursson? We must make a decision quickly."
 
"If I may interrupt? I believe that we should focus more on finding intel and such whilst the military hold them off. We can use the found information to tactically take out the zealots and when they're at their weakest... Force them into truce." Gel said. assuming his idea would be dismissed instantaneously.
 
"Now then, I've received information that they are in Innellior as we thought. Therefore, we can begin to make our move." remarked Nursson.

"I believe both of you have good ideas. Here's what I've got. We have a small military task force of about 500 move into the area, supported by the Air Force. We then send some diplomats in and begin peace talks. If the zealots refuse to enter these talks, or perhaps break them and resume violence, or whatever, the military moves in and we use Minister Gel's strategy."

Nursson thought for a moment, and then continued.

"If this happens we keep fighting and keep sending in more support until they surrender. We then take back that artifact, the vault-load of roanukite, and the group's leaders, so they may be put on trial."

"However, if they agree to peace talks, then we can negotiate with them and get what they stole back peacefully, which I would like more than war. Peace, especially in domestic affairs, is important."

"And also, for your help, I have decided each of your nations will be receiving a share of the stolen roanukite, worth a king's ransom in its total amount. Some will go to Narnia, some to Eumenor and some to Eknorvia, whom can split it up however they desire amongst the Eknorve nations."

Nursson took a big breath. He was finally done talking.
 
"I believe that a truce is definitely the right way to go," said an Eumenorian, "but the task force should only be used as a last resort. It would make a good bargaining tool. However, Syrixia cannot deal with any more casualties on their hands."
 
"Agreed." the Prime Minister chimed in.

Then, Deputy Prime Minister John Sirus proceeded to say, "as Mr. Nursson said, peace is worth a shot. I believe these people should continue celebrating their religion, but we should promote them to practice less or possibly no radicalism and/or extremism."
 
The Spokesman of Eumenor:
"I believe that a truce is definitely the right way to go," said an Eumenorian, "but the task force should only be used as a last resort. It would make a good bargaining tool. However, Syrixia cannot deal with any more casualties on their hands."
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"If the situation does turn sour, I will request an Azkayii fleet. The Azkayii are currently out of conflict with themselves for the Ankanaraar treaty which lasts for 6 months."
 
Finally, when morning showed itself, Nursson said, "Lads, we've been talking all throughout the night. I'm bored of it all. And, we've got a plan now. Let's get the orders out and then head to bed for a bit of a nap."

Nursson yawned.
 
It was the morning of January 2nd, the Prime Minister's birthday. Innellior and the Cult of the True God were at top security priority. The Cult had to be intervened upon and unradicalized, otherwise the nightlong discussions would've been useless.

Syrixian helicopters pulled into Akmoqlia, a rural village in Innellior Province, wherein the Cult was found to be based. Diplomats calmly walked into the area as military paratroopers watched from over the hill.

A man dressed in what appeared to be tribal gear stopped and pointed at the incoming Syrixian diplomat.

"Hello, gentlemen, I trust I'm not interrupting?" said the diplomat.

Crowds of people gathered in front of the man dressed in tribal gear and began to yell.

"THROQAN VEYAN RELOJ!"
"URDZI QALON WASE!"
"CHUB'UY! CHUB'UY!"
"KONOWHA ZOHALA CHETEKE!"
"THRILNENT GHURA XIRONOVIX!"

The mob began to charge at the diplomat, throwing flaming spears, firing guns and sending in ravenous cannibals to finish the job.

The diplomat was dead in two and a half traumatizing minutes.
 
"This has gone too far," Said Prime Minister Nursson.
"Agreed," said the Eumenorian ambassador. "It is time to send in the paratroopers."
"We shall force them to surrender... or the troops must finish them for the sake of all of Syrixia."
 
"But remember, do not kill any of them. Take them into imprisonment and begin to teach them the errors of radicalism." the Prime Minister said. "Once they have seen the error of their ways and are rehabilitated let them go free. We cannot afford another of these ruthless interventions regardless of their treatment of the diplomat.

Nursson then proceeded to say a quote of which would live in infamy: "There should be no more invasions, only rehabilitations."

The Syrixian paratroopers jumped over the hill and began taking cultists into their custody. They were hard to oppose, as special body armor had been prepared for this assault.

(OOC: I would appreciate if this is where the 'karma' godmodding ends. Full sovereignty over Nursson, please and thank you.)
 
Something I forgot to post in my last post and am too lazy to hit the edit button for:

"The battle was hard, and around 42 Syrixians lost their lives due to the fact that they were under orders not to kill the zealots. Nursson, watching from above, realized this now had a risk of failing. He spoke into his walkie-talkie, 'Eumenor, requesting assistance.'"
 
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